" When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me "
Those Exact Bars Are Being Played In My Head.
IV Machine Beeping. Laying On The Hospital Bed. I'm Semi Conscious, Or Like 25% Conscious, I Don't Know. My Eyes Are Closed, I Hear Chatter. But 90% Of It Is Garbled. I Can Hear Certain Parts. I Know I've Been Here On This Fucking Rectangular Iceberg They Call A Bed For A week. I Also Know That The Bullet Struck My Lung. And Last But Certainly not Least, I'm In Critical Condition. Crazy Right?
But Throughout My In And Out Consciousness, I've Been Having This Dream Like Shit.
I'm Standing In This Darkness. It Surrounds The Whole Space. So Im walking Around, Hearing Voices. Hearing Laughter, Evil Laughter. Then There's Two Voices That Always Catch My Full Attention. One Sounds Like My Mother.
" Baby Boy You're Dehydrated. "
I'm Hearing That Repeatedly.
" Dehydrated? "
" How? "
" In What Way? "
I'm Walking Around, Searching For The Source Of This Voice.
No Luck.
I See A Little Dim Light A Few Yards Away From Me. I Walk Towards It, It's a Television.
What's On The Screen? It's Showing Every Event That Happened On My Life From A Child Up To Now.
The Dream Of Going To Harvard When I Was 8. The Torn Achilles Heel I Suffered That Forced Me To Quit Football In 9th Grade. Oh Look, The Phrase Of Poetry I Was On. And The Phrase Of Being A Rapper.
I'm Actually A Pretty Multi Talented Ass Nigga. I Could've Done Something Else Other Than Struggling And Selling Drugs.
" You Still Wanna Rock That Mic For Them 8 Figures? "
A Deep, Demonic Voice Speaks.
In A Flash, The Television Turned Into a Viewing Of My Possible Future. Future Of Being A Rapper.
6 Penthouses, Garages Full Of The Most Foreign Of Cars That Existed, Multiple Jesus Pieces Bouncing Around On My Chest. The Luxurious Life.
" All Of This Can Be Yours.... "
The Offer Is Tempting, But My Mother's Voice Popped Up Again.
" A Man Can't Be Worldly And Be A Servant Of God. "
" Come On Desmond, You Know You Want To Live The Good Life. Plus Your Life Has Been In Darkness all Your Life. Embrace The Darkness.... Love The Darkness. "
A Contract Pops Up In Front Of Me With a Pen.
" I Don't Accept Your Offer. Fuck Off Satan. "
A Loud Demonic Screech Blasted In The Air.
Damn....
A Beam Of Light Shines Over A Pond Of Water.
I Walk To It And The Water Is Crystal Clear.
" Drink Up. "
You're Dying Of Thirst.
